Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Solomon Islands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Moleskins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
Cluster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Grauzone,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Nico,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond,
Pagans,
Arcadia,
Gang Gang Dance,
MC5,
David McCallum,
the Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Sex Pistols,
10cc,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mr. Review,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Idris Muhammad,
Intrusion,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Susan Cadogan,
Make Up,
Alton Ellis,
The Move,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tim Buckley,
Moby Grape,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Metal Thangz,
Lyres,
Q65,
Bill Near,
Eric B and Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fat Boys,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.